THE OUTSIDER
unhappy is the one whose memories
bring only fear, pain and sadness
i am the dazed the dissappointed barren broken
i am a outsider
i cannot recall any person than myself
just the noiseless rats, bones, skulls and spiders
i don't recall human voices nor i know my own
here is just silence
i climbed the tower made out of black stone
i dragged up a portal at the top alone
with extacy i felt the fresh warm air
then the moon came out
i found a lightened castle with oddly dressed company
and stepped through the window to speak with em
but they cried and flew in terror and i saw the mirror
i am a ghoul
